It’s a world where the created procreate
The produced reproduce and the living believe
In the existence of the immanent invisible
Where money spells honey and peak for milk
And those who lie rely sometimes on even the
Same names they have slain or betrayed.
Where the unbeloved still love
Where charm harms
Where talents lay latent
Where the needy are not needed
Where conscience is nonsense
And the gullible believe the incredible
Where intolerant tyrants enter the power tower
And the masses ask no questions but grow resistant to existence.
Where religion is profession and goodness is business
And the philanthropist asks for a trophy
The grown groan, live or leave
Life has strife, but in the funeral parlor
All men are cremated equal…..
Thursday 6th October 2005, 11:50am, Asaba,
(HE Love Jacobs Aludo)
With Love from the Humdinger.